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LEVEL EVERYTHING UP in my Eldritch Tribe

What if a power to level up or upgrade everything—your way of living, battle skills, military prowess, etc.—but this power is limited to your Eldritch tribe. Would you expand your tribe to rise above all adversaries, would you use it to gain more personal power or use it to toy with everyone? Lyerin wanted nothing more than peace on himself, but all he had was regret. He possessed a secret ability that allowed him to quickly excel at anything he chose, but he could only use it once. While others had to spend a long time to reach higher levels or master new skills, he only needed to complete a simple, specific task to level up. However, he had already used this ability to count a specific number of sand grains to save his own life. After that, his existence became a living hell. One day, he was unexpectedly sent back in time, where he would witness numbers appearing in the sky, signaling the end of the world again—an apocalypse he despised the most! But Lyerin realized he could use his ability once more, this time on a certain group of people. A TRIBE! ``` [ Ding! ] [ You have chosen to level up knife slash! As a Wildling of your tribe, you can level up your knife slash. ] [ Condition: Slash the knife 500 times. ] [ You have chosen a random tree to level up! The tree is part of your tribe; you can level it up. ] [ Condition: Water the tree 300 times. ] [ You cannot level up anymore due to your limited rank within the tribe. Raise your rank in the clan first. ] [ Condition: Give honor to the tribe. ] [ You have reached the peak level of your tribe. If you want to level up further, improve and level up your clan! ] [ Condition: Level up the Ancestral Healing Ritual, level up the Newborn Den, and level up the tribe's farm. ] ``` With this overpowered ability, can he still hold onto his selfish wish for peace within himself? Warnings: 1. Cold, Calculated and Cunning MC. 2. After 100+ chapters will be bloody.

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The soldier's first breath was a ragged gasp, as if his lungs were remembering the act of living after being starved of air for far too long.

His chest rose and fell, each breath coming quicker than the last as he tried to ground himself in the here and now. His limbs felt heavy, like lead, but slowly, he managed to sit up.

The world around him swam, edges blurring and colors bleeding together.

Everything was too bright, too sharp, too alive.

He blinked, trying to clear his vision. Shapes swam into focus—familiar shapes.

His comrades, standing around him in a wide circle, their faces pale and drawn.

They were silent at first, too shocked to form words, their eyes wide and unblinking as if they were staring at a ghost.

The soldier's gaze darted from one face to another, searching for something—anything—that made sense.

"What…" he croaked, his voice rough and weak, like it hadn't been used in days. "What happened?"